When it comes to yoga and meditation, it’s a very personal affair. And for that matter, any spiritual practice capable of getting your utterly unique self to slow down just enough for a doorway to open so as to energetically and/or physically pass through and connect to something much deeper than yourself.
That said, unfortunately many of us in the West (present company excluded…err, most of the time), have become somewhat snobbish in our views on yoga and meditation.
Emily Taggart pens this quite comical and genuine Elephant Journal post on her own experience with yogic snobbery. Citing her relationship with her husband and her partner’s less-than-interested views on becoming a yogi, Taggart shares her insightful realization that is at the heart of every yoga teaching (at least all the classes that I’ve been to): individuality and acceptance.
Yoga is not a perfect triangle or getting into handstand. Yoga is skill in action. There are volumes like the Yoga Sutras that teach us that yoga stops the spinning of the mind. So when people ask me, “Does your husband do yoga?” I think about how he doesn’t have to get on the yoga mat and put himself through vigorous asana to achieve stillness and contentment (besides, I do enough of that for the two of us).
He finds the same thing I find in a vinyasa series by working with his hands—by landscaping the front yard, planting trees, building a fence, or restoring his bike. That is his yoga, and it is just as important and powerful to him as my yoga is to me.
Read more from Taggart on accepting the uniqueness of another’s meditation and yoga practice here.